Watching the train continue north through the curtain of rain, the cloaked Death Eater turned to his subordinates.
"The Hogwarts train is here. Time to move."
"Aren't we waiting for the Dementors?" another Death Eater asked with a frown.
"What are we waiting for Dementors for? I don't like dealing with those things. Or do you think Harry Potter would really be stupid enough to wait on the train for us to catch him?"
The Death Eater whose face was hidden in the shadow of his hood made no effort to conceal his dissatisfaction with Yaxley or his disgust for Dementors.
As newcomers among the Death Eaters, they had no choice but to do some dirty work in order to fit into their ranks.
They had not come to capture Harry Potter at all. They were here to teach a certain stubborn person a profound lesson.
Capturing a few students did not require so many people, but to guard against an attack by the Defense Association, Yaxley had decided to let him bring more men, in case those troublemakers from the "Defense Association" suddenly showed up again.
Someone suddenly raised a hand and pointed at the dark sky, crying out, "Dementors! They're here!"
Everyone looked up and vaguely saw a vast mass of dark shadows sweeping toward the Hogwarts train. Wherever they passed, the temperature plummeted, and the weeds and wildflowers on the ground gradually became coated in frost.
"Damn it. Move out."
With a wave of the leading Death Eater's arm, the Dark Wizards at his side mounted their broomsticks and quickly caught up with the rear of the train.
Once the others had gone after it, the leading Death Eater followed the original plan and Apparated with two subordinates directly in front of the train, attempting to stop